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["Barb Bowes" <bamb@monmouth.com>]

  A MESSAGE FROM MAX:

  My name is Max and I have a little something I'd like to
whisper in your
ear. I know that you humans lead busy lives. Some have to work,
some have
children to raise.

  It always seems like you are running here and there, often much
too fast,
often never noticing the truly grand things in life.

  Look down at me now, while you sit there at your computer. See
the way my
dark brown eyes look at yours? They are slightly cloudy now, that
comes with
age. The grey hairs are beginning to ring my soft muzzle.  You
smile at me;
I see love in your eyes. What do you see in mine?

  Do you see a spirit, a soul inside who loves you as no other
could in the
world? A spirit that would forgive all trespasses of prior wrong
doing for
just a simple moment of your time?

  That is all I ask. To slow down if even for a few minutes to be
with me.
So many times you have been saddened by the words you read on
that screen,
of others of my kind, passing. Sometimes we die young and oh so
quickly,sometimes so suddenly it wrenches your heart out of your
throat.
Sometimes we age so slowly before your eyes that you do not even
seem to
know, until the very end, when we look at you with grizzled
muzzles and
cataract clouded eyes. Still the love is always there, even when
we take
that long sleep, to run free in distant lands.

  I may not be here tomorrow; I may not be here next week.
Someday you will
shed the waters from your eyes, that humans have when deep grief
fills their
souls, and you will be angry at yourself that you did not have
just "One
more day" with me.

  Because I love you so, your sorrow touches my spirit and
grieves me. We
have now, together.  So come, sit down here next to me on the
floor. And
look deep into my eyes. What do you see? If you look hard and
deep enough we
will talk, you and I, heart to heart. Come to me not as "alpha"
or as a
"trainer" or even a "Mom or Dad", come to me as a living soul and
stroke my
fur and let us look deep into one another's eyes, and talk.  I
may tell you
something about the fun of chasing a tennis ball, or I may tell
you
something profound about myself, or even life in general.  You
decided to
have me in your life (I hope) because you wanted a soul to share
just such
things with.

  Someone very different from you, and here I am. I am a dog, but
I am
alive.
I feel emotion, I feel physical senses, and I can revel in the
differences
of our spirits and souls.  I do not think of you as a "Dog on two
feet"---I
know what you are. You are human, in all your quirkiness, and I
love you
still.

  Now, come sit with me, on the floor. Enter my world, and let
time slow
down
if even for only 15 minutes. Look deep in my eyes, and whisper to
my ears.
Speak with your heart, with your joy and I will know your true
self.

  We may not have tomorrow, and life is oh so very short.

  Love,
Max (on behalf of all canines everywhere)

  "May be reposted and shared freely as long as this credit
appears with the
post given to J.D.Ellis 2001, rottweilerdriver@aol.com.